Thanksgiving 2017 (a poem)

Thanksgiving 2017 (a poem)

1 Of course retrograde is approaching that’s why it feels like this and no amount of cigarette jazz or dark, gothic folk will get us any closer to reducing our discomfort or keeping us warm against the coming chill of December

2 I don’t know where she gets the idea from she certainly didn’t hear it from me the familiar faces in those photographs are beginning to look more and more alike— tell me that’s not going to provide fuel for future squabbles around the holidays while everyone else sits in the corner and watches

3 It’s very quiet around the table covered from edge to edge with papers storage baskets and writing implements there’s no room for food Then again, there are no chairs but the one placed in front of this screen

4 Tomorrow it is officially the season but Mercury is already positioning itself to move placing markers so it knows how far to come back At the same time, shoppers are already setting themselves up for future disappointment I guess some habits are too hard to break that’s why it feels like this